Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-08-04
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able about the height of its cliffs. the san
phire Of ITS sea OF the beauty Of its situa-
ton: but il is, nevertheless, a charming
spot, and n which the traveller having
discovered will revisit with ever ~increas-
ing affection.
Years ago the village was often heard
OF as the scene of disaster Ia shipping: but
q light placed on the headland forming
one arm of its little bay proved of service
1 guiding unwary mariners; and il was,
therefore, the more exciting when. during
q dense fog in the early part of 1877, a
large Danish vessel made total shipwreck
on the dangerous rocks beneath the peace
full lights in the cottage windows, The
fishermen Of st. Juliotts were able TO take
boats to the vessel, owing TO the position
into which she drifted, and thanks to
their gallant exertions during the whole
dreadful night, the crew, mate and CAP
tain Of the Olaf Bjornsen were all
saved: but the heavy sea which was
running made the work of rescue
both difficult and dangerous; several men
were injured and had to STAY 10 be
tended in the village. The mate. Eric
Gottorp, a fine stalwart Dane, with a
magnificent fair beard, clear blue ewes
and smile as soft as a wOman's, was ter
nbly crippled; his hurts were so severe
that il taxed the skill Of the kindly doc
tor TO help him TO a cure: and long after
the captain and crew IT the i'll fated ves-
sci had found other ships he fingered at
st. Juliotts in a condition pitiable to be-
hold. IL was not til the hedges were in
full leaf and the fuchsias showing their
crimson buds at each cottage door that he
was abh to crawl cut into the sunssine
and realize that health might once more
be his.
During his enforced residence with the
worthy Mrs. Cobbledick, who nursed him
as If he were her son, he had been cheered
and amused by the friendly interest of the
n%eighbors; but his chief pleasure was an
occasional visit from Barbara Tregage. the
daughter of the s~choolmaster. whose pres
ence frightened the cottage like a sun
beam. Bah was Il, and as pretty as
she wa good. Her hair was the color of
a chestnut fresh from its pod, her features
well cut and her complexion perfect: she
had the merry, sweet expression of a
happy child. and to see her was to feel
she would grow to be a woman in a
thousand. She was the mainstay of the
Tregage household, which consisted OF an
invalid mother, six children. whose ages
ranged from . 10 IL years, and the father,
who considered himself a noteworthy
parsonage and ruled his household with a
rod Of iron.
All day long, for help. sympathy or
work. Bah was in constant reuuisition,
and she needed all the patience and
courage with which she was endowed by
nature TO travel along the path where
fate had placed her; but il bright looks
Indicate happiness. Barbara needed no
pity and required no change in her exist
ence. The wreck had. Of course. greatly
interested her. and the memor of her
happy face and kindly words will often
come back TO the sailors who shared
them; but the serious illness Of poo Got
torp awakened all her pity. and to see
the strong man more helpless than her
youngest brother touched the tcnderest
chords in her heart. Whenever she
could she went to Mrs. Cobblalick's cot
tage and took her lodger a few flowers or
Little dainties prepared by herself; some
times she read 10 him. and her low,
sweet voice soothe,l and comfortcl him as
nothing else could. till he watched for
her coming as the patients at Scutari did
for Miss Nightingale.
With convalescence. however. Eric
found that lac saw but little of Barbara;
and when he was able TO limp UP and
down the village, and slowly make his
way to the sands, he noticed that he
never met 1.-THE sunbeam. nor Glanced
on an idle five minutes when he could
claim her attention and watch her bright
eyes glow and darken as she listened TO
the tales Of his simple home in Denmark
and the mother and sisters whom he
loved so dearly, or heard his accounts of
adventure in foreign lands; and he sadly
missed her bright co~mpanionslIip.
Where is my copy Of Hamlet"
asked Mr.. Trcgage one evening. as he
surveyed the book shelves in the little sit
ting room.
IL have lent il TO Mr.. Gottorp," said
Bab's soft treble, as she lifted her eyes
from her sewing. and looked with a smile
at her father: ''he is getting ON well with
his English, and wanted t. read Shake
speare.''
Il beg you will lend him no more Of
my books said Mr.. Tregagc severely.
Father exclaimed Bah IN astonish-
ment.
And. moreover" continued he, in a
rasping tone. Il desire that YOU do not
60 10 Mrs. Cobblelick's while lac is there;
three times lately | have wanted YOU. and
three times Tommy has told me YOU
were reading to the foreigner. For.
eigncr. indeed! I'll have none Of il. All
foreigners are alike-bad, bad, hadv'
but. indeed, father pleaded Bah,
''NIr. Gottorp is not like a foreigner, he
is onl- n Dane: and very much the same
as an Englishman except for his ac-
cent
''De silent" said Mr.. Tregagc: he is
o foreigner; and | forbid your acquaint-
ance."
Bah sighed a long sigh; she saw her
pleasant friendship was at an end. Her
fathers deeply rooted objection TO any
n not English arose from a miserable
marriage between his favOrite sister and
an Italian. who had i'll treated and de-
serted her: and Bah knew that discussion
would only entail a repetition OF the sad
story, and lie useless in etrecting any
change Of opinion, and as her ODE
dience was paid 10 the spirit as well
as to the letter Of her fathers COM
mands, IL war small wonder that Eric 90